If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?

Would you ripe it out and stand there holding it in your hand with blood dipping between your fingers as a pool of blood collects on the floor.

Would you throw it on the floor and stomp on it and leave bloody footprints all over my soul.

Or would you nurture it, hold it and help mold it?

Would you be tender with my heart and console it?

What ever the answer is, I just need to know it.